Venus Vs Mars Pt.II

Chapter 65

"Definitely the baby poop forest green." Massy pointed at the three options Odell offered. 

"Why does it have to be called that? Just call it forest green." He frowned at her. 

"Now that I look at it, it's more of a ashy baby poop forest green." She also frowned and c****d her head studying the clothing samples. Odell had ventured off into new territory, aside from being a professional athlete he'd be adding clothing designer to his name. Being mentioned as a 'Man of Style' for two years in a row, it was bound to happen eventually. 

"So what color is this?" Curiosity struck Odell. 

"That's regular poop brown." She confirmed. Dangling her feet from the kitchen counter as she continued helping him pick out an outfit for the viewing party. 

"And this one?" He asked. 

"Oh, that's just gray." She said blankly. Odell frowned expecting her to come up with something other than that. 

"You're a special kind of special, baby girl." Odell pressed both lips together and shaking his head. "Oh, I gotta show you something!" He turned around then grabbed a magazine from the counter behind him holding it face down he passed it to her. 

"Look at you. I'm so proud of you!" She held the thick magazine in her hands smiling at Odell as he sat front and center on the cover of it. He placed both hands on the tops of her thighs standing in between her legs as she sat on the kitchen counter.

"Yea?" He asked smiling and moved closer to her lips, Massy nodded her head yes. "Thank you." He softly pressed his lips against hers. She playfully grabbed at the side of his beard with her free hand.

"You know? You're actually pretty handsome." She teased giving him a serious face.

"Really? You think so?" He took a step back.

"Yes! I'm just now noticing just how fine you are." 

Odell pressed his lips together. "So you must really be with me for my personality?" He teased her back.

Massy quickly shook her head. "Oh no, I'm with you because your d**k is really big." She simply said with a smile. 

"Honesty is the key." He said closing his eyes before he went in for another kiss. This time pressing himself to the inside of her thigh, so she could feel just how big he currently was. Massy opened her mouth allowing his tongue to have its way in, his grips on her thighs became tighter, he grabbed the magazine from her hand and placed it on the counter allowing her arms to go around his shoulders and her hands to freely grip at the back of his head. That urge to be inside of her still hadn't left, and making love to her all night and morning wasn't enough, the 20 days apart not only caused his attraction for her to grow mentally and emotionally, but also physically. His hand slid down the length of her smooth leg and around her right ankle. "What's this?" His kissing stopped immediately once he felt the ace bandage tightly wrapped around her ankle, he looked down at it, then looked up at her. "Why do you have this on?" He demanded. Aside from his newly formed hungry to constantly be stroking her insides, her health was a lot more important. 

"My ankle has been acting up lately. So I got some therapy to do. That's it." She spoke with a calm face to make sure Odell wouldn't overreact. 

"That's it?" He arched a thick eyebrow, his naturally lazy eyes closed even more as he looked at her trying to tell if she was down playing the situation. 

"That's it. You know I'd tell you if it was something serious." She confirmed. He continued to eye her in disbelief. Massy grinned knowing exactly how to side-block him from her current injury, she looked down and tugged and the waistband of his sweats, his abs tensed up she ran her index finger from one end of his V-Cut to the other. 

"You think you're slick?" He grinned back at her knowing what she was doing, his eyes had almost shut, they were so low. She pulled her shirt over head and tossed it across the island counter. Her bra caused her breast to sit up perfectly, he gawked at her cleavage as if each breast called out his name "O-Dell" he licked and bit down on his bottom lip. 

"I know I am." She finally said catching him off guard by shoving her hand down the front of his sweats and grabbing the length of his d**k that was now quickly growing. His whole body tightened up and he leaned forward laying his forehead on her shoulder. Massy smiled then ran the pad of her thumb softly over the head of his d**k drawing a grunt and a cuss words. 

Odell had spent the first two days controlling every bit of their s*x. The positioning, the speed, the time, and place. She had officially taken the situation into her own hands figuratively and literally. She slid from off the counter and slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. "You're not slick, this isn't fair." He spoke again his voice had become severely octaves lower than before. 

Massy looked up at him and smiled but she remained quick, instead she grabbed his sweatpants and pulled them from his waist, he gripped the counter in front of him, looking up at the ceiling trying to imagine the most awful things he could, anything to keep him from cuming, but the feeling of Massy's tongue running up and down his d**k along with light scratches at his stomach was sending him into a state of panic, he bit his bottom lip, anything to distract himself from the pleasure. Kicking puppies, killer clowns, eating insects, anything to keep his mind wondering, but after ten minutes of Massy making a mess with her mouth he knew he'd eventually have to give in.